Tootsies! (ObG#5)

"Tell me what is half so sweet,
As a baby's tiny feet,
Pink and dainty as can be,
Like a coral from the sea?
Talk of jewels strung in rows,
Gaze upon those little toes,
Fairer than a diadem,
With the mother kissing them!

It is morning and (he) lies,

Uttering (his) happy cries,

While (his) little hands reach out,

For the feet that fly about.

Then I go to (him) and blow,

Laughter out of every toe;

Hold (his) hands and let (him) place

Tiny footprints on my face.

Little feet that do not know
Where the winding roadways go,
Little feet that never tire,
Feel the stones or trudge the mire,
Still too pink and still too small
To do anything but crawl,
Thinking all their wanderings fair,
Filled with wonders everywhere.

Little feet, rich with charm,

May you never come to harm.

As I bend and proudly blow

Laughter out of every toe,

This I pray, that God above

Shall protect you with His love,

And shall guide those little feet

Safely down life's broader street.

~Edgar A. Guest, "Rhymes of Childhood," 1924.
(I changed some of the words from "she" and "her" to "he", "him", and "his".)

A.Rogers 2010

Look at this little treasure I found on my phone today as I was deleting some photos. I think I took a picture of these chubby, little tootsies, and precious legs back in May or June when I first got my smartphone. I love them!